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On the right flank, Matthew Bard led his undead knights and clashed with a large group of knights led by Antelm. Both sides suffered thousands of casualties, but the outcome of the battle was always obscure. Under the fierce clash, both sides could win or be defeated in an instant.
The battle between Matthew Bard and Antelme ended with Matthew Bard having the upper hand. Antelme, the Holy Grail Knight, was stabbed in the abdomen by a lance and had to retreat with heavy injuries. However, the Brittany were not undead, green-skinned or chaotic. After thousands of years of war, the knights had already formulated a series of military rules. Whenever a general died or was injured in battle, the knight with the highest overall status in the army would immediately take over the command.
The command of the right flank was instantly transferred from Antelme to Kalad! This powerful expedition knight used a textbook counter-charge to not only defeat Matthew Bard and his blood knights, but also left a sword mark on Matthew Bard's breastplate!
This expedition knight was actually stronger than Antelme, who was a Holy Grail Knight!
After being defeated, Matthew Bard covered his chest and shoulders with his hands. He looked at the countless pieces of flesh and blood in front of him and began to think.
It was not easy for him to summon so many undead knights from the graves of Duke Attawa's family. If he continued to throw these precious troops into this bottomless pit of war and waste them in this quagmire of war, Matthew Bard was very unwilling. He thought that even if he won this battle, the Staff of Nagash might still fall into Kemmler's hands. That was not something he wanted to see.
At this time, a loud roar came from afar. On a hillside on one side of the battlefield, Duke Theodoric was leading more than two hundred knights down the hill. These knights from the Duchy of Bryon joined the battle, proudly holding their lances and riding their horses towards the enemy. The stomping of their horses' hooves shook the earth.
"Damn it!" Matthew Bard noticed the arrival of Duke Theodoric. He was about to turn his head to see if there were any reinforcements to support his battle, but the scene in the distance shocked him.
Gul was defeated. Even the champion of the Four Gods of Chaos was no match for Laing. Now, the undead army led by Gul had been completely wiped out. Laing and his mixed army were on their way to support them.
"Traitors to the Chaos! Scum of the undead! The alliance is over! Retreat! Retreat! " Matthew Bard roared angrily. He then gave the order to retreat. He abandoned all the infantry and had them harass the knights at all costs and turned to run.
In the middle of the battlefield, the Brittany defenders had gradually fallen into a complete disadvantage. François had personally joined the battle, but even so, the serf infantry and knights had suffered heavy casualties in the bloody battle. The graveyard guards broke into the deepest part of the front line, raising their heavy weapons and halberds to look for their enemies. These terrible undead creatures could cut the fragile serf infantry into pieces with just a few moves. The middle of the army had become a slaughterhouse. The serf archers had no choice but to face the attack of the undead army head-on. They would end up being torn to pieces by the evil spirits or dire wolves.
The front line retreated again and again until there was no place to retreat. François pulled out the unicorn sword and joined the battle, but the Duke immediately found that he was facing enemies that far outnumbered him. The Divine Watchers of La Messenelle Abbey had been reduced from five hundred to thirty, but they still shouted the name of the Lady and fought to protect her. A bloodthirsty batwolf grabbed a knight from the ground and tore him in half with its bare hands. As the innards and blood splattered, the giant beast threw the two halves of the knight's body at the serf infantry who were still desperately resisting with a loud roar.
As the fierce battle continued, thousands of undead and humans fell. The progress of the battle made Kemmler, who was standing on the black horse carriage, feel anxious.
The veterans of the Winford fugitive group were now nearing their limit. The expanded group of nearly two thousand people was now left with only six hundred people. While they were wavering and preparing to be slaughtered by the bloodthirsty batwolves, a green figure descended from the sky.
It was the Wood Elf Hero Aralos, the Brave! He was riding a giant eagle. The eagle let out a sharp cry and hit the chest of the bloodthirsty batwolf like a cannonball. Aralos' spear also pierced through the chest of the bloodthirsty batwolf.
A dark red heart was plucked out by Aralos with a spear. The Wood Elf hero disdainfully crushed the heart into pieces. He drew his bow on the Giant Eagle and shot an arrow through the head of a Barren Tomb Guard Captain. He then flew into the sky.
All the tactics and strategies eventually turned into a chaotic battle. The ground of the battlefield had been soaked in blood and turned into a pool of mud. Unrecognizable corpses were everywhere, like a swamp watered by blood. The central army led by François was finally unable to hold on. Under the duke's orders, the remaining six thousand out of the ten thousand people in the central army were retreating towards the monastery. The city wall was the last line of defense.
At this time, the Necromancer was nearing a state of half-madness. His magic power had been exhausted, and he could no longer use resurrection magic to replenish his army. Recalling Gul had greatly damaged his vitality. He had already noticed the collapse of the left wing. Now, he could only stake everything on this one throw, because the central army led by François was almost completely defeated. If Matthew Bard's army of undead knights could come back and attack the flank of the Brittany's central army, he and his army of the graveyard still had hope of returning victorious.
Just as he hoped, Kemmler heard the sound of horse hooves behind him. The Necromancer was initially flustered, but when he saw Matthew Bard and more than two thousand undead knights, Kemmler let out a sigh of relief. "They're finally here."
Before the Necromancer's mind was enveloped by the joy of victory, his smile gradually disappeared from his face.
Not only did this large group of undead knights not join the battle, they even quickly ran far away. Mathewbard coldly snorted at Kemmler from afar. Duke Musillon gave him a thumbs-up before pointing his finger downwards. Without looking back, he led all his troops and ran away.
“？”
“？？？”
“WTF？”
Kemmler took a full minute to comprehend what had happened. His loud cursing was unable to bring Matthew Bad and his army of undead knights back.
"I've been betrayed!!!" Kemmler's unwilling roar resounded through the sky.
The reinforcements on the left wing gradually approached. The first to charge towards Kemmler was a group of dwarves.
"Kill!"
"For Granny, for Eight Peaks Mountain!"
"For the Angran Clan!"
Under the lead of the King of Eight Peaks Mountain, Belega, this group of dwarves moved their short legs and advanced at full speed, slowly charging towards the center of the army.
"For Esoloron!"
"For the Lady! For Brittany! "
"For Laing Macado!"
Immediately after, the humans and wood elves on the left wing came to support after catching their breath. They advanced with large strides and soon overtook the dwarves and left them far behind. The knights with tattered armor and stained robes also charged towards Kemmler's flank. All the remaining knights who could still fight joined the battle once again.
Laing took the lead. The wrath of the Chosen Goddess of the Lake was unquenchable. The Nemesis in his hand emitted a terrifying aura that made Kemmler fearful. The platinum flames melted the bodies of the undead. The blade of the Nemesis sliced through all the enemies who tried to stop him. The blade tore through the flesh of the undead and vaporized them into ashes.
While Kemmler was still trying to organize an army to resist Laing and the rest's reinforcements, a roar sounded from behind him, "Undead scum, face me, the descendant of Balduin, Theodoric of Bereon!"
Only then did the necromancer realize that Duke Theodoric and his 200 knights had already reached his side. Duke Theodoric roared and forcefully broke through the line of defense of the Undead Chaos Chosen Warriors. His knights were unable to shake the spear formation of the Undead Chaos Chosen Warriors. Many of them were pulled off their horses and chopped into pieces. Blood, flesh, and organs were scattered all over the ground.
However, the duke himself was not afraid of these powerful enemies. He raised his axe and roared an oath of atonement. Then, he began to slash. His warhorse pierced into the undead army like a spear. His axe shone like a lighthouse as he continuously chopped off the heads of the undead. "Face me! Kemmler! "
A sorrowful cry came from the sky. The last Akasha Ghost and Fearsome Beast fell from the sky. The remaining thirty or so pegasus knights cheered for victory and prepared for the final attack.
Kalad led the knights on the right wing and prepared to charge. They were ready to attack Kemmler like a hurricane.
The middle army led by François had their morale greatly boosted. Duke Winford leaped onto his horse with a sinister smile and prepared to end all the grudges between him and Kemmler.
The scene of his army being defeated like a landslide almost drove Kemmler crazy. However, he knew that he had to defend against Theodoric's attack!
"Curse of Time!" The black fog had already thinned out. Kemmler squeezed out the last of his mana and released a necromancy spell, hoping to defeat Theodoric.
However, the axe in Theodoric's hand was not ordinary. It was the sacred relic of the first Duke of Bereon, Balduin. The blessings of the Lake Nymphs glowed continuously and dispelled Kemmler's spell. Thus, the Duke of Bereon smashed down with his axe. Shocked, Kemmler hurriedly raised his Chaos Gravedigger Sword to block. However, he was sent flying out of the black horse carriage by Theodoric and fell to the ground.
"Oh oh oh!" Theodoric felt incomparable joy at his achievement. He let out a roar of joy. He knew that his lady was watching his battle. The duke gripped his axe tightly with both hands and planned to deal a fatal blow to Kemmler.
"Duke! Be careful behind you! "Duke Bereon's knights shouted.
When Theodoric heard the warning, he felt an extreme sense of danger. He tried his best to turn around to defend himself, but a huge black axe attacked him from behind. Theodoric screamed as he was sent flying from his horse.
Gul appeared with a terrible wound on his chest and his armor in tatters. This champion of the Four Gods of Chaos was not as strong as before after being heavily injured by Laing. Otherwise, this attack would have been enough to kill Theodoric!
Duke Bereon's arm was broken on the spot. He was rescued by his knights and escaped from the battlefield.
Gul was summoned by Kemmler again, but it was useless. The defending army in three directions launched a final attack on Kemmler. The undead quickly collapsed. In the blink of an eye, Laing, François, and Kalad were close to Kemmler's last line of defense. The Ancient Tomb army was left with only four thousand men.
The situation was irreversible. The necromancer was covered in dust. He first roared and signaled for Gul to lead the last hundred or so undead Chosen Warriors to block the knights' path. Then, under the cover of many undead, he tried to cast a spell and escape.
As long as he was alive, there would be a chance for him to rise again!
He had almost succeeded!
In the chaos, there was no order. The barbaric battle made the new captain of the halberd troops, Raymond, unable to find his soldiers. He could only lead a few of his subordinates and desperately advance.
During the battle, he found himself with the Chalon forest patrol camp. Bertrand, who was dressed in green and wearing a triangular hat, was fighting with a machete. When he saw Raymond, he shouted happily, "Raymond, we meet again!"
After that, Bertrand swung his machete and cut down a zombie.
Raymond was about to say something, but the halberd troops unexpectedly saw a necromancer in a pointed sorcerer's hat and black human skin robe. He was casting a spell.
The young halberd soldier's mouth opened slightly. He suddenly realized who the other party could be. So, he pointed at the necromancer and shouted to Bertrand, "That person is Kemmler!"
Three seconds later, Bertrand's face was filled with ecstasy. Now was the time to make a name for himself!
This soldier, the commander of the Chalon forest patrol camp, immediately reached into his quiver.
He touched a Black Arrow, which was the last Black Arrow he had left. These three Black Arrows were made from the Dragon Heart of a Viper that he had killed before!
He drew the bow, nocked the arrow, and shot.
This black arrow was shot out from Bertrand's bow like a whirlwind. It drew a charming parabola in the sky and went straight for Kemmler.
At this moment, Kemmler was still casting a spell. He ordered Gul to cover his retreat. He was going to cast a spell to teleport away!
Halfway through his spell, the Great Necromancer felt a chill in his chest.
"Hmm?"
His spellcasting was interrupted. Kaimler stared blankly at the black arrow in his chest. A trace of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. "No, no … this is impossible … a mortal cricket … a mortal cricket's arrow is actually …"
"Ugh!" Kemmler kept retreating. The necromancer almost fell to the ground. He covered his chest with one hand and used the Chaos Gravedigger Sword to support himself. Kemmler still couldn't believe that a mortal's arrow could pierce through him. He was someone who had necromancy magic to protect his body. "How is this possible?!"
But the rapid decline of his magic power and the gradual loss of his strength made Kemmler realize that he was seriously injured by a mortal. So, the necromancer could only ask his servant, Gul, for help. "Quick, help me to the black horse carriage. I have to leave!"
However, Kemmler's declining power also caused some changes in Gul. The champion of the four necromancers suddenly raised his black serrated axe in response to his master's request for help.
Splat! Blood splattered and a head flew into the sky.
"I remember now. You are not my master. You will never be."
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